Long Color Poems

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Premium Member Gray Arched Bridge

Arched bridge across the pond
Inviting to cross into a dream
A dream of seeing the reflections
Of the beautiful weeping willow

Gray bridge do I dare cross
Over to the other side to meet
My love, the love of my life
The soul mate for which I long

To sit close to him reaching
Into the pond and feel the lilies
Soak in the color..wedding white
With velvet green leaves

Should I stay, waiting for him
To call to me, then cross over
Your sturdy boards that are gray
From time and many crossings

Listen I hear my love
He calls arise come my love
Come refresh yourself from life
Feast on the beauty of lilies

Go I must into the dream
To refresh in his love my king


(Written after viewing Claude Monet's Water-Lily Pond- Symphony in Green)
Sponsor:Heather Ober
Contest: Famous Art
Form: Ekphrasis


Premium Member Butterflies Fluttering Beauties To My Eyes-

Fluttering;
 Spiraling sputtering,
 along floating on; 
The horizon Skies;
-
Golden yellow;
Orange purple;
 Red Wings floating;
 Majestically 
-
In front of me;
Lightly dancing in the breeze;
Butterflies,
 I remember these

Spiraling sputtering 
Flirting with my eyes visually
Colorfully candidly
Kaleidoscope vision sensually

Alas so beautiful
Orange purple red yellow
Vividly and floating of flying in front of me
I remember these dancing in the breeze
In the Horizon Skies aspiring so shy
The Beautiful fluorescent butterfly


3/4/2020
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.  2020©
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Important Me

Important Me

I drive a bright car. 
It is not a lemon 
but it has the same color.
I don’t understand, 
why the man laughed, 
as I drove it off the lot. 
I should go back…
and punch him.

It smells just right, 
no one but me…
has been behind the wheel. 

I deserve it. 
I am the man. 
I am the husband.
I make the money. 
I do all the work, 
and…
I am head of the house. 

It is bright yellow, did I say? 
Racing… black stripes, 
Bumble Bee watch out, 
drag you anytime.
I know that I would win, 
I have already.  

I am fast, I am furious. 
I can do all things, in my two doors.
I can leave my family behind. 
I can cry about doing things I must, 
and then stop doing them at all. 

I can do without “them”. 
I don’t need “them”. 

Who cares…
if they need me!
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member A Choice

Raindrops on the maple leaf, glitter
Shining with hope, another day
Simple gifts that come from nature
Always seem to find a way…

To renew inspiration with open eyes
To gently help, make the moment clear
In our minds, we can be free!
From any negativity or fear

Color hangs on some trees that last
Through some blowing wind and rain
The birds are singing happily
Under gray skies with sweet refrain

Slowly I walk, to the beat of a wind chime
Grateful for everything around me
Knowing every step of the way,
Darkness is only a choice not to see!

10/24/20

*Entry for Completely your choice (32) poetry contest.  Sponsor: Brian Strand
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member When Summer Is Gone

When summer is gone, its heart may grieve.
The endless breadth of the leaden blue sky
and daylight golden sunny rays weave
fall days become shorter and unsettled.
Temperature's cool sweet breath at play
for a playground of dreams and ebullient smiles.
No longer cute summer wear,
but the warmer apparels embrace.
Nights longer echoes sounds of star lights.
The days slowly progress to winter earth canvas
and shone through abandoned labyrinth patches.
Flowers slowly feather out and die,
while drawn trees undress and crisp foliage echo
footstep of earthy brilliant warm hue colors;
a pinwheel of yellow, orange, red, and brown
start to claim and dominate the scene;
a poet's inspiration.

7/18/2024
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.


Ode To Kente

Colored checkered patterns,
Dashing, vibrant colors,
Hand-woven cloth strips,
Dazzling geometric shapes.

Characterized by weft designs,
Vivid, eye-appealing texture,
Ghana’s national cloth,
A royal favorite outfit.

From the coast of Western Africa,
An indigenous, local brand,
Handed down from ages to ages,
Maiden style left intact.

Renowned across borders
For its alluring tapestry marvels,
Its cherished history staggers,
Our obroni friends adore it.

Oh yes, Africans just love it!
So get a piece of kente that befits,
With its uniquely native patterns,
And let’s celebrate and project.

This is our heritage, our culture, our tradition.
This is Ghana’s premium kente,
The golden cloth from the midlands.
© Kofi Amed   Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Nature In Her Glory

The meadow's flowers early now do wake
Not May but April's time for tulip's bloom
Nature in her glory, a deep bow takes

Lilacs' fragrance waft out toward azure lakes
Orange daffodils spread out in vale and spume
The meadow's flowers early now do wake

Deep-red roses perk up on vines and stakes
Bright peonies burst forth in scents perfumed
Nature in her glory, a deep bow takes

Lilies of the valley, dainty teacups make
Purple irises soar upward, earth's plumes
The meadow's flowers early now do wake

Soft winds do rolling grasses tender shake
Dark clouds of rain o'er green landscapes loom
Nature in her glory, a deep bow takes

Rich panoply of colors in costume
Spring's essence tastes as sweet as honey cake
The meadow's flowers early now do wake
Nature in her glory, a deep bow takes



        Iambic Pentameter

Ancient Girl

Growing old and fossil like is dumb
It takes the fun out of living past three
Three used to be my favorite hour
What a bummer
I've simply run out of power
What will I do with all my dollies
Retire them...set them out to pasture
Should I put my swirly lollipops in a museum
To lose their color and flavor in the coming days                                                                                                      
And what about my gold fish Louey
He loved to drink the water and tell the truth
Will it turn gray and moldy too
Flushed down the toilet to its doom
There was so much pizzazz to life when I was young
I don't know what to do
Birthdays are trouble without a doubt 
I have to learn how to count past three
Can't even enjoy cartoons and afternoon tea
Little girls grow out of climbing trees too
No more pretty pink dresses
And I didn't even get a pony for Christmas
That distresses me beyond belief
I think I'm going to cry
I'm too young to die
It is so difficult being four
I wish I could be four forever more

Premium Member The Bee Haven

 
“ ... the bee collects nectar and departs without
injuring the flower, or its color or fragrance .... "

                                Quote from _ Quotefancy


I am a bee and my life is an eternal struggle
each day I need nectar and pollen to survive
I also need water-   but I have found a haven
a bee friendly city garden created with love
oh, I don't mind sharing it with butterflies
and hummingbirds, I know they need food too !

I have watched the young women planting
she is so calm and tranquil and knows
exactly what I like.  How did she know that
I cannot see red, but love purple and yellow
and I don't mind blue and white, but no red !

She has created a sweet garden of delight
with purple coneflowers, black eyed susan
sunflowers, daisies, lupines, zinnias, phlox
yarrow, asters and even herbs that I love
like rosemary, oregano, basil and chives,
of course, in reality I do not know their names !

One day, I made a mistake and flew inside
an open door, I was in a daze and was buzzing
but she did not hurt me but cupped her hands
and carried me back outside and placed me
gently on a purple coneflower, that was nice !

She even considered that we need to drink
and has given us a bird bath of clean water
well, I have to share it with the butterflies 
and birds, ever seen a hummingbird take a bath !

Oh, I love my wildflower haven  . . . 

____________________
May 27, 2022


Poetry/Personification/The Bee Haven
Copyright Protected, ID  05-1459-026-27
All Rights Reserved,  2022, Constance La France 


Written for the  Standard contest, Bee  Creative
sponsor, Matt Caliri, Judged 07/1712022

Premium Member Judging

It is human nature to judge others…as if it’s in our neutrons and protons…
which means we need to be careful on what we base our judgements on.

Knowing I have this tendency I do my best to try…
to determine what I feel are the best traits to judge other people by.

I try to judge people by how kind they are….their compassion and their honesty.
Are they polite to those they do not know…do they have patience and empathy?

When I’m judging others all these factors play an equal part…
I like to think I judge others by the love that’s in their hearts.

I try not to judge people by their physical appearance…
if they’re tall, short, fat or thin…
I try not to judge people by where they were born…
or by the color of their skin.

I try not to judge people for being the people they were born to be…
I try not to judge people just because they don’t look or act like me.

Since I was born with this tendency to judge…I try to make it my goal
To try and never judge another person by the things over which they have no control.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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